Growing کے بول

A little Manchild crawling With his mother beside him Conducting the innocence Through the beginning A little note for our hope Not Ashes of our destruction Finally trusting his blinded mind Couting the days of his life The little manchild turns into a man And his mother is no longer there To conduct his innocence Through the beginning A little note for our hope Not Ashes of our destruction Finally trusting his blinded mind Couting the days of his life So i sing this song For the meaninh of his life So i play my life Just how the song must be Finally trusting his blinded mind Couting the days of his life Finally trusting his blinded mind Couting the days of his life